The Limehouse Hole

This evening, the first really autumnal sunset of the year marked a path over the waters of the Limehouse Hole, the ancient becalmed name for that lazy wide bend in the Thames downstream from the wharves of Narrow Street.

Often this summer, at low tide, you'd find me manically mud-larking on the shore here.
Sometimes someone would ask what I was looking for...
"My lost childhood" I would answer...."I know I left it somewhere."